Her love could be the light that could guide these lone banshee
My hearts found a hearth from which my dreams
Could warm and relax these sad machines

In blades of white, we walk through the fields of grass and light
We look on to see the broken bend
Reminders of mankinds hopeless end

Such blossomed souls, I feel like I'm not too far from home
These feelings I thought that they had stole
Are blooming; I think I've lost control

These tired bones, will lie here and never be alone
Your sweet sighs will echo through the stone
The fabrics of life forever sewn